Loose Change (Harry Styles Fan-Fic) Book 2 (IN EDITING)

Part seven

Important authors note at the end, so please read :) Thank u <3 

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It's been about three weeks since I saw Harry. My father has people watching me day and night. Yes night as well. Two people literally sit at the corner of the room and watch me while I sleep. To say it's creepy and overprotective is an understatement. It's insane! 

Everything right now is just terrible. My father hardly even talks to me anymore. He's like a completely new person. He treats me coldly and just tough.  

All the people in the shelter glare at me with hatred. I guess from the incident with Harry.  

I miss the sun rise dearly. It was one of my closest friends. I know a sunrise isn't a person, but I connect to it in some way. I just miss it.  

I don't think I'm even going to be able to breathe fresh air ever again. I feel as if I'm locked into this cold and dirty dungeon that's eating at my soul slowly. I wouldn't be surprised if I wake up tomorrow with grey hair and many wrinkles. This shouldn't be how a young person like me should be living her life. Yes, I don't have money or even a home, but at least I lived through nature, adventure, curiosity, art, and everything that is worth breathing for. 

All I can do now is draw and talk to Rose. Rose is the little girl Harry and I found freezing in the abandoned neighborhood. She's ten years old, but seems more mature than any young kid I've ever met. We have had many serious conversations and she is just... she's different. Her soul is like a flower...like a beautiful rose. That's probably why her mother called her that. 

Her mother...I remember the conversation we had the day after the Harry thing. She saw me staring at the window from my bed and walked up to me. 

"Are you okay?"  

I turn my head to the side to see the thin little girl looking up at me. She's still wearing my jacket. 

She looks like she has been through a lot and I don't think she's old enough to understand the situation so I lie. 

"I'm fine... I'm just looking at the birds." 

She sits down next to me and begins to stare out the window like me. 

"I wonder if my mom's the one that's picking at the crumb or the one that's trying to flap there wings." she whispers. 

I turn my head to her, confused. 

"What do you mean?" I ask a little curious. 

She looks up at me and gives me a soft smile. 

"What's your name?" she asks. 

"Jane." 

"Jane...Like Wendy's daughter." She states. 

"Wendy?" 

"Ya you know... Wendy from Peter Pan. She ended up growing up and having a daughter. She named her Jane. Like you."  

I raise one eyebrow. 

"Ya... well I'm definitely not her. She got to go to Neverland and be free while I'm stuck in here for the rest of my life." I say while looking back at the window. 

"So that's why you're looking at the window." 

She just met me and she already got me to open up. Who is this girl? 

"You're very mature for your age." I reply, not answering her question. 

She chuckles a little.